Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I find it hard to complain when everything I know, everything that is is usually under my direct control. It’s the basic principle of complacency, in a way. “You’re so sad/bored/overworked/unappreciated, do something about it.” I usually add a ‘bitch’ at the end, but that’s only when I’m angry. No. I’m just mildly fascinated at the moment.
We make friends with people so that we have someone to dump all our frustrations on so that we don’t feel alone. More monkey-mind than anything else. No man is an island, but I think we should share more with each other than troubles and woes and complaints. I think that’s why I draw to begin with.
Every time I hear someone start off a conversation like that, my eyes take a skyward turn and my stomach jostles a bit. I’s not that I can’t appreciate the pain of your suffering. It’s that I have shit of my own, on my own level, that I’d rather not try to compete with you over.
